BrittneyI'm in.I spoke with Bloom and we arranged a meeting. I wasn't sure what I was going to expect, but it's most certainly not the moving stories that I heard.If I thought Andre's depravity knew no end, I was mistaken.The stories I heard from those girls were nothing if not horrible.And the worst thing is, they sounded eerily similar to what he did with me… the only difference is, I actually believed him.I haven't told Jane about my decision, but I immediately knew what it was when I listened to those girls’ stories.However, now that I've had some time to think about it, I have doubts even though Jason promised to keep me off the radar, but I doubt that when this thing starts getting traction, which it will very soon, he'll be able to leave my name out of the crossfire.If it were up to me, I would be in the front row, but I have some to think about, Sam.Not only does Andre not know that she exists but the last thing I wanted is for her to suddenly become the center of att
Andre“Are you sure I should be doing this?” I question Lionel, glancing at the folder again. “Isn’t it illegal or something?”Instead of holding a meeting at the club, he’s come down to the office and even though I felt uneasy about this, it doesn’t seem out of place for my lawyer to visit me.“Not if you’re not in the room,” Lionel points out.“What do you mean?” I tossed the folder on the desk.“I’ve arranged with a guard to allow you to look in from a one-way mirror.”“But why?” I pressed. “I don’t need to be in a sit-in on this, and you wouldn’t come to me if it wasn’t important, so…”Lionel squirms in his seat. “I received a tip a couple of hours ago that the lawyer on the defense is procuring a means to blow this whole thing out of the water.”“I don’t understand, you think he’s got evidence?” I grunt out. “I thought you assured me that there’s nothing out there that could hurt me or this case!”“Don’t you get it?!” he bursts out. “I think he has something bigger than evidence.
Andre“Can I get more salad on the table please?” I call out to our chef, Lisa. “That, and another bottle of wine.”“Any more wine and I'll be picking you off the floor tonight.” Leila threw a barb, giving me a side look.I ignored it, of course, focused on Lisa. “Thanks, Lisa.”Until the wine comes, I keep myself busy with the chicken.Leila keeps throwing looks my way, but I pretend not to notice. “Wow, are things that bad that you can't even pretend to have a conversation with me?”“Why should I? You keep forgetting that there's only so much you can pretend, not to mention that the staff knows everything.”Leila stiffened. “No, they don't.”I snorted, shaking my head.If she wants to keep deceiving herself, then she's free.Claire walks in dressed in a suit that shows she's just coming from the office. “Hello, sorry I'm late.”“Welcome darling,” Leila purrs, leaning in so Claire could kiss her cheek.I grunted in response, mentally counting down the minutes until I could leave the
A week later…BrittneyI folded my arms across my chest, glancing at the watch strapped to my wrist.He's ten minutes late.If not for the fact that I had promised to wait, I would have turned around and walked right down to the bus station.In case you were wondering who I'm meeting up with, it's none other than Jason Bloom.Yeah, the lawyer who showed up on my doorstep a week ago was basically begging me to turn against Andre in an upcoming trial.I honestly wasn't going to give him the time of day, but Jane convinced me to at least find out if he's telling the truth.I don't know much about lawyers, but from what I've seen in movies, they're particularly skilled at twisting the truth to favor themselves.If there's the tiniest bit of truth, then I need to know so I can decide what to do next.The cold wind slashes at my face and exposed legs even though I was standing by the sidewalk.Dammit, where the hell is he? I wondered, stomping about to regain blood flowing in my legs.If he
BrittneyStaring sightlessly at the TV screen, I wondered why this had happened to me as I went over the conversation I had with Bloom.The conversation went on for longer than I expected, which resulted in me calling in sick to work today.Shaken by his bold declaration, I stepped backwards, only then realizing we were still standing in the doorway. “Um, forgive my manners. Do you want to come in? Let's talk about this inside.”“Of course.” He stepped in and I followed closely behind, thoughts of running late taking a backseat in my mind.There were many more important things…like how he knew who I was, and the fact that I was connected to Andre.“Can I get you anything?” I asked, standing awkwardly in the middle of the room. “I think I've got water or soda…”“Miss Larson, I appreciate your offer but can we just talk about what I said out there?” He said politely.“Okay but first off, I've got my own questions.” I couldn't sit, too amped up to sit in one position so I simply placed m
AndreWhen Michelle walked back out to escort Lionel in, I went over to my desk, pouring several shots of whiskey into a glass, knowing that whatever reasons that pulled him out of his pretty home wouldn't be ‘nice’.Another reason why I'm so eager to see him is because of Brittney.It's weird how during the time I fell into a depressive mood, I would seek him out. Lionel always indulged me, at first, out of obligation and then because we grew closer and he felt it was his responsibility.Because he's trustworthy, I entrusted him with the task of finding Brittney.It's been years since we've made any real progress, so I stopped myself from hoping, but now that he's shown up unannounced…a part of me couldn't help but hope that it's about something related to Brittney.The door made a creaking noise as it opened, Michelle poking her head through before disappearing altogether and Lionel's face took her place.His face was drawn and tight, no sign of the easygoing smile I’d come to know